Monday, November 30, 2009

Ah, moon...

(And so he wrote these words:)

“Ah, Moon of my Delight who know'st no wane,
The Moon of Heav'n is rising once again:
How oft hereafter rising shall she look
Through this same Garden after me - in vain!”
--Edward Fitzgerald

Sunday, November 29, 2009


"The dreams of childhood--its airy fables, its graceful, beautiful, humane, impossible adornments of the world beyond: so good to be remembered when outgrown..."*
--Charles Dickens
*(But are they always outgrown?)

Saturday, November 28, 2009

Friday, November 27, 2009


The tears of my heart spill out
as words on paper,
like rivulets forming a stream
of lines without banks.

There is no rhyme or reason
to this letter; there is only
the sense,the distant memory
of the face of a long-lost friend
whose images fades even as
the ink dries on this page.

Thursday, November 26, 2009

The long road

"White in the moon the long road lies."

--A. E. Housman

Wednesday, November 25, 2009

Fairy elves

“Fairy elves,

Whose midnight revels, by a forest side

Or fountain, some belated peasant sees,

Or dreams he sees, while overhead the moon

Sits arbitress.”

--John Milton

Tuesday, November 24, 2009

A sickle moon

A ship, an isle, a sickle moon

With few but with how splendid stars

The mirrors of the sea are strewn

Between their silver bars.”

--James Elroy Flecker

Monday, November 23, 2009

Sweet harmony

“How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank.
Here will we sit, and let the sounds of music
Creep in our ears; soft stillness, and the night
Become the touches of sweet harmony.”
--William Shakespeare

Sunday, November 22, 2009

By moonlight

"A dreamer is one who can only find his way by moonlight, and his punishment is that he sees the dawn before the rest of the world.”

--Oscar Wilde

Saturday, November 21, 2009

Underneath the Stars

Underneath the stars I'll meet you.

Underneath the stars I'll greet you.

There beneath the stars I'll leave you

Before you go of your own free will.

Go gently.

Underneath the stars you met me.

Underneath the stars you left me.

I wonder if the stars regret me.

At least you'll go of your own free will.

Go gently.

Here beneath the stars I'm bending

And here beneath the stars not ending.

Why on earth am I pretending?

I'm here again, the stars befriending;

They come and go of their own free will.

Go gently.

Go gently.

Underneath the stars you met me and

Underneath the stars you left me.

I wonder if the stars regret me.

I'm sure they'd like me if they only met me;

They come and go of their own free will

Go gently.

Go gently.

Go gently.

Song at twilight

How I miss you so!

It's been forever since I've seen you,

but nothing's changed, you know;

except that I am surer

than I ever was before

that every day I miss you

more and more and more...

Friday, November 20, 2009

Crescent moon

A slice of lemon in the night sky...


Red at night, sailor's delight...

By moonlight or by candlelight, in the gardens of the night...

here begins my after-hours trail of flowers.

(Watch for me by moonlight...)